‘Broken’ I was,
For a while,
That, too, not physically,
But mentally,
I was restrained, limited,
By the very people,
My very near and dear ones,
Whom I trusted, loved,
But who were scared,
Of my potential,
Of my free flight,
They desired to clip my wings,
They worked hard to trim my wings,
For a few moments,
I went along,
For my faith in them was intrinsic,
That my ‘own’ would not deter me,
For though,
We were not bound by blood,
We were bound by trust,
To last a lifetime,
But when the truth dawned,
I played along,
Bidding my time,
Replenishing my strength,
That had been sapped away,
By an urge to give, share,
To live in harmony,
After the detachment,
I soared,
Rejuvenated by the will,
To break the shackles,
Brimming with motivation,
To excel, fly,
After the wasted years,
Emboldened by the challenge,
Of shaking off the grip,
Of the multitude arms,
That pinned me down,
And revelled with joy,
Of pulling and holding me,
Down,
I mended the ‘broken’,
Which took a while,
Rising from nothing, the base,
Had its own joy,
I am no longer ‘broken’,
But yes,
The little crack that I have kept,
Motivates me to fly,
To live, love and laugh,
That crack is a grim reminder,
Of my cruel past,
And also to see,
That no one else is,
Broken,
Or none to be,
Broken.
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